Life's Harvest

 

I can't believe that Thanksgiving is almost here already.

I enjoy Thanksgiving for the most part.  Before C. and I got together I had spent several years alone on this day. It was just like any other day, being a Server quite a few holidays were spent working which I didn't mind because it usually meant extra money in my pocket, not anymore though, people just don't tip like they used to, oh they want the same service and even if you do have people that are good about tipping the majority will run your ass off and 10 percent your butt if anything at all.  I fussed about this in my other blog too.

The other day I had one customer, nice "church going holier than thou baptist woman" she treated me like crap and I felt such rage go through me - I had such a vivid urge to grab one of the metal water pitchers and just bash her on the head with it.  I mean I literally had my fist clinched I wanted to hit her so bad.

I'm becoming less and less a people person. It used to be I could at least in some manner deal with people for the hours that I worked & was able to walk out the door becoming my anti social self.  That ability is disappearing.

I go to the grocery store - I have almost nilch as far as patience for people that hog the aisles, spend time gossiping w/ friends they see there by being oblivious to people that are trying to get their shopping done and out of the store.  I'll give them a minute then if they don't come up for air I will say excuse me, glare at them with the look of death is coming for you and shove on through.  They don't like it too freaking bad.  The other day C. and I were checking out at the store and this couple was in back of us watching and listening to our conversation...I had to go grab a grocery cart to put the bagged groceries in and in the meantime this namby pamby male had moved into where I needed to stand in order to give the cashier our coupons and to pay for everything...that rage like at work swept through me - I looked at him and walked up to him like "if you don't move your ass I'm going to shove that cart up it" - I don't know where all this anger is coming from. C. says I can give looks that should scare people if they had a ounce of sense.  (that ability comes from a childhood of abuse & not being able to say anything about it, so the "looks" were my way of saying things w/out words).

Just lost focus - I'm sorry. Will write more later.